I should be finishing pitch letters, but I am a nervous wreck, because I haven’t heard a peep from the landlord about this apartment. Damnit, it’s been, like, 14 hours since I made the offer. Hell, hell, hell. What if the guy who saw it after me put a deposit down then and there?!? Why didn’t I do that? I could have done that! She did say she was seeing other people about the place, I just assumed she meant she wanted to see everyone first…BALLS!
This is worse than waiting for a date you liked to call you back. Maybe tied with waiting for the job of your dreams to call after an interview. Not so bad as waiting for the results of a pregnancy test, even though those only take, like, 3 minutes. Um, or so I hear.
My 10 six most stressful waiting periods, in order of hellish waiting intensity (what? Blogs need lists. And quizzes, but I don’t have anywhere near the focus to pull together another one of those right now):
1. Pregnancy test
2. Post-second-round-interview for dream job and
2. Securing acceptable apartment (tied, U.S. News and World Report style)
4. Grad school application (I only applied to one, which was stupid. Good thing it worked out.)
5. Undergraduate application (applied to five, three of which had really low acceptance rates)
6. Post-date phonecall (if he decides to cut and run before the date begins, he’s an asshole. If he goes through with it and then never calls again, he’s an asshole who thinks you’re an asshole.)
7.
8.
9.
10.
Huh. Lookathat, I only have six. Eh.
How ’bout yous?
you know what’s EXCRUCIATING?
when you’re drunk and waiting on line to pee.
i’ve often felt as though i might just pass out. tell me you’ve been there.
Oh, true. Actually I did that Saturday night. Except the line I was waiting on was the Queens-bound N at 3 in the morning. I held it…for almost 30 minutes. Ugh. Ok, that would be number two!
Waiting for the next paycheck to come because you ran out of money and you’re not getting paid NEARLY enough to support your lifestyle. Um … I hear that kind of waiting sucks, too.